As many of you know, my son, Jonas, has an anaphylactic dairy
allergy. We have been dealing with Jonas’s allergy since he was
about 11 months old. I’ve got it down to a science. Remember how
your grandfather would pull a quarter out from behind your ear? I
could do that right now with an EpiPen. I’m the David Copperfield
of epinephrine. And benadryl? It’s in every cabinet. I never leave
the house without it. I’m confident in my anaphylactic
shock-preventing capabilities. Do you know that restaurants brush
butter on practically everything you order? I do, because I’m a
dairy ninja.

My wife is raising money for a charity that means a lot to our family. DF readers have been wonderfully generous the last two years with this, and it would mean a lot to me if you were again. Thanks.

(And a special bonus offer. As a reward for being the top fundraiser last year, FAAN gave us four one-day passes to Walt Disney World in Orlando. We don’t want to take anything from this, so we’re going to give those passes to a randomly-selected person who donates to Amy’s walk this year. Any dollar amount.)